23/08/2026
Bedpan diaries of PHH
Remember……
The absolute crushing weight of that heavy, cracked, old lead apron. It smelled of metal and dust, and always seemed to settle differently on your shoulders every time. Someone had to step up behind you, lifting the edge, taking a third of the burden as you secured the buckles...
the weight on your shoulders was so heavy and standing for long periods in X-ray wishing they would hurry up. One nurse recently told me the theatre nurses got paid for the time they wore them!